Page 22 of Adam & Eve

staring at me as such. First, he cut both my legs loose, then he pinned me with a stare that promised

something bad would happen if I tried anything. Again, I thought about hitting him, but I wasn’t stupid.

First my right arm, and then my left was cut loose. I sat up then stretched out my sore body

while rubbing my aching wrist. I was grateful I had no rope burns. He stood from the bed but said

nothing. His silence unnerved me.

“Bathroom?” I asked, voice calmer than expected.

He nodded toward another door in the room, opposite of the door the food had come through.

My toes sank into the plush carpet when I stood. I watched him cautiously as I made my way across

the room. I tried to make it to the bathroom without looking back, but I couldn’t help myself. I glanced

over my shoulder to find his eyes exploring every inch of my body. He didn’t look one bit ashamed

that he had been caught at it. He was a pervert.

I slipped into the bathroom and eased the door closed behind me. I was surprised by the lock

on the door. I clicked it into place and started searching the bathroom. I looked for a way to escape,

but there were no windows. I really hadn’t expected there to be. I doubted he would have let me go

into the bathroom alone if it would be that easy to escape.

Like the room, the walls were painted white. Black and red towels were organized on the sink

and hanging on the towel rack. It was the exact same way at my house. I cringed at yet another

similarity and wanted to freak the hell out again, but I calmed myself by taking a few deep breaths.

There was no way out, and by looking for one, I was just wasting time and disappointing myself.

I sat down on the toilet as I scanned the room. While I handled my business, I looked at

everything else I hadn’t paid attention to at first. A large white ordinary glass enclosed shower stall

was to the right of me. A medicine cabinet sat above the sink and a full-size mirror hung on the wall.

For some reason I figured the room would be different and fancier decorated because of who the

professor was. I knew he was rich. His wedding had been lavish. I would have never figured him to

be so plain.

I got up and then washed my hands. Once done, I opened the medicine cabinet. Inside was a

toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, a comb, and medicine bottles. I ignored everything except the

toothbrush and toothpaste, grateful to be able to wash the nasty taste from my mouth. After brushing

my teeth and washing my face, I closed the medicine cabinet, but reopened it. Something told me to

look at the pill bottles. I picked them up one at a time. All four had the professor’s name on it; Adam